“Damn it, Church,” they say in unison as Tobias moves to grab my robe from the hook. “You're such an idiot,” Micah tells him as Tobias offers up the robe, and I slip into it, belting it at the waist. “I told you: it's not Charlotte's fault. We told her about Jenica.” “Charlotte …” Church whispers, reaching up to push some of his blond hair from his face. “Charlotte.” “Yes, Charlotte,” I say, lifting my chin up in defiance. “Are you happy now? You were right: I do have a micropenis. It's called a clitoris, and it has ten times as many nerve endings as your tiny dick. Now get out.”
